On this day, could I speak about anything except America? I hold her in my heart and I hold her in my dreams. In my heart, for all that she has done. In my dreams, for all she can still do.

But it is a withered and a frail America, shrunken from all the attacks, not upon her body but upon her soul. These attacks have come from everywhere. Her legal system allows a mother to kill the child of her womb and the growing selfishness of spending buys what it cannot afford.

Yet, to whom else can I turn? Who else is ready to step forward and to lead? What a shame that America has fallen from her lofty ideals. Its body is sick from its drugs and its mind is numbed by its ceaseless entertainments. Its young are confused when so few opportunities are available. The young do not marry as they used to, and those who marry do not have the number of children which their parents and grandparents had. What can be the future of such a country? The body and the soul will weaken and will become subject to even greater ills.

Yet, I repeat. America is in my heart. There is only one America. I will not choose another. I will not put another in her place. I will not say, “Step down, America, your time of greatness has come and gone. What happened to the Greeks and the Romans has happened to you. This is the usual course of civilization”.

Is there some way that America will survive and keep its place? Do I have a surprise in store for America? Do I hold a special gift in my heart? Am I not the Woman Clothed With the Sun? Can I not and will I not clothe you, America, in my Sun? I reveal this to you. See and heed, sons and daughters of the Republic. In you I have placed a seed of greatness that still waits to be opened. Every American who comes to my heart, can be nourished in this seed and a new harvest will be planted.